Watercolor on My Mind

Today I miss spending time painting (and walls don’t count).  But tell you what, other people have been painting some nice things.

Focus on Vitameatavegamins

I almost always start my recipe search for the week with the meat for each meal.  It’s usually a good technique, because you can do approximately 50 trillion things with chicken.  Not all of them go with green beans.  And honestly, I would rather be hemmed in by a delicious pecan-crusted piece of chicken than…

A Tale of Two Shelves (and 30 Years)

The tell-tale sign of my age this year wasn’t the number of candles on the cake (we went with a lone candle instead of using a whopping 31 candles this time around).  Nope, the true sign was in my birthday present request.  Scott loves me, so because I asked him to, he bought me metal…

Flower Friday

Sometimes I harbor frustration towards the last owner of our house for all of the stains on the walls.  There are just so many of them!  The stains mean that eventually, every single wall in our house needs a fresh coat of paint (except for the two rooms we’ve already gotten around to painting).  Sad….

Rainy Days and Comfort Food

If my birthday dinner theme was butter, today’s overall theme is a terrified dog at home.  Poor terrified dog.  Peanut doesn’t like rainy days.  I’ve tried to tell him that the house will keep him safe (99% of the time), but I think that 1% chance of the house flying away in a storm causes…

Bourbon Peach Cobbler (With Bonus Raspberries)

Scott made epic birthday dinner for me last night, and he figured out the dinner theme pretty quickly.  Theme, thy name is butter.  Yes, in fact, every dish did contain butter (except for the salad, which had olive oil in the salad dressing, so it kind of almost fit the theme).   We’re going to…

Here’s to 30!

Birthdays are something I always look forward to with a whole bunch of excitement.  Let’s clarify that before moving on.  I like other people’s birthdays.  I get all kinds of happy and want to help them celebrate.  But  mostly, this is a very selfish love of birthdays.  I love my birthday. I don’t really care…